Page 79 of Trust My Bodyguard

“Stop.” She shoves my shoulder with a giggle.

“I’m not doing it. You are.” I let her lips go with a smack and look into her eyes. At least she’s no longer so mad she’s trying to claw my skin off. Even though I want to remain here, her legs must be aching being held up this way.

I ease back and out of her pussy and she lets out a sigh. “You good?”

She nods, hands braced on my shoulders.

I let her down slowly and her hands slide down my chest. Her knees buckle and I catch her by the waist. “Need help?”

She shakes her head. “Just unsteady.” But she lets me hold her for a few seconds until she stands without the risk of toppling over.

I let go and step away. My cock is still out and covered in both our juices and her pussy lips are still on display as her skirt is bunched around her hips. It should be awkward but it’s not. Hell, I want to get her naked and into bed.

As I’m still contemplating this, my phone rings. I have to wrangle the jeans that’s down my mid-thighs and fish the phone out. The screen flashes with a name. Such bad timing.

“Who is it?” she asks.

“Callum.”

“Callum?” Her eyebrows lift to her hairline, the sex kitten look wiped off her face. We’re back to business mode. “What are you waiting for? Pick up. He may have heard something.”

“It’s a video call,” I say drily.

Her mouth forms an O. Then quickly, “Tuck yourself in and pick up. Just keep me out of the frame.”

I set up the phone on the reading table and tuck myself back in my briefs, cum and all. I zip up and buckle my belt. Ivy’s off to the side, wrestling her sweater into some semblance of decency. Her nipples stand out. Nothing can be done about that now since my tongue worked them into tight, firm points.

She meets my eyes and urges me to take the call with wild gestures.

Yes.That. I answer the call and Callum’s face comes on.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey. I just left the guys…” My gaze slides off to the side as Ivy lifts her skirt and looks down. Her panties cling to her swollen pussy lips. My cock jerks. I force my eyes back to the screen. “Just left a meeting with the guys about what happened. We’re looking at ways to find who is still after the sisters.”

“Yeah. After the perp confessed to the break-in, I thought we’d manage to wrap everything up nicely. This new curveball is unfortunate. We’re running through a few theories ourselves…”

His words fade to the background as I’m distracted by Ivy once more. She runs her hand down the center of her thighs, lifts her hand to her face and curses. Our combined juices drip down her legs. I’ve never seen anything hotter.

“Hey, is this a bad time?” Callum’s concerned tone drags me back to the call.

“No, not at all.” When I look back at Ivy, she’s on her way to the bathroom, her ass dancing in her little skirt. “You can go on,” I tell him.

“It’s not often that you’d have a suspect in jail and then the victim gets targeted again in a more violent way than the last.”

I rub my forehead, trying to get that thought out. I can’t let anything happen to Ivy. “Yes, it’s unfortunate.”

Ivy comes out of the bathroom looking put together. The only signs she engaged in a vigorous activity minutes ago are her flushed cheeks and slightly mussed hair.

“So, how is Iris? Ivy told us that she’s with you.”

Ivy abandons the sleeves of her sweater to put her hands together in a thank you gesture.

A line indents the middle of Callum’s brows. I recognize that look. It’s similar to how I feel when Ivy and this dastardly situation comes to mind.

“She’s alright,” he says. “She was pretty shaken up when she heard what happened but she’s holding it together just fine.”

I nod. “She’s a tough one.”

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